219: Chapter 219 Within Seven Steps, Who's Faster, the Gun or Me?

Chapter 219: Within Seven Steps, Is the Gun Fast or Am I Fast?

The tall and thin bandit didn't even manage a scream before collapsing to the ground like a puddle of mud, completely motionless.

The surroundings instantly fell into dead silence.

Aside from the rustling of the breeze brushing against the leaves, there was only the sound of breathing that was gradually growing heavier.

And the unexpected intruder who slowly turned around, stepping on a dead branch underfoot and making a "crack" sound.

A flash of astonishment crossed the bald man's eyes, and he reacted immediately.

"Don't move!"

Taiwan Novel Network is great for relieving boredom, read at any time.

He roared loudly, the muzzle of his gun pointing straight at Fang Cheng.

As long as this man dared to make the slightest unusual movement, the bullets seemed ready to be fired at any moment.

Another short and sturdy bandit tightly gripped a shovel in his hand, letting out an angry shout to bolster his momentum.

Yet his footsteps couldn't help but quietly shift, moving closer to his boss.

Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he muttered to himself:

"I originally thought today's morning exercise was over, but I didn't expect to run into a sparring partner here."

Beneath his calm tone, a hint of excitement was faintly revealed.

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, the bald man couldn't help but frown deeply, an inexplicable annoyance welling up in his heart.

Acting as if he didn't hear, Fang Cheng gently twisted his neck, making a slight "crack crack" sound.

Then his shoulders shrugged, and the muscles in his arms tensed up before instantly relaxing.

As if doing a warm-up exercise, he completely disregarded the pitch-black muzzle of the gun.

Seeing this, the Killing Intent in the bald man's eyes grew even thicker, teetering on the verge of erupting.

Immediately, he exerted force with his index finger, pulling the trigger without hesitation and choosing to fire.

Bang!

Sparks erupted, and a gunshot abruptly pierced the silence, startling the birds in the woods into scattering in all directions.

"Go to hell!"

A fierce glint flashed in the bald man's eyes as he let out a low roar.

A surge of absolute determination to kill rose in his heart; he was certain that with this single shot, the man before him would inevitably bleed on the spot and become another soul lost beneath his gun.

However, the next second hadn't even arrived.

His eyes suddenly widened, staring as if they were copper bells.

Fang Cheng, who was over ten meters away, slightly swayed his figure like a ghost the moment the gun went off, the bullet grazing past his clothes and stirring up a wisp of gunpowder smoke.

Then, unscathed, he took a stride and walked straight toward him.

How is that possible?!

The bald man's breathing stagnated, and he hurriedly used a two-handed grip on the gun, aiming intently at his opponent.

Bang!

A flash of fire appeared at the muzzle, and the bullet instantly tore through the air with a "swish" sound.

The sound was as fast as lightning, and before the ears could fully capture it, it had already lunged directly in front of the target.

But Fang Cheng merely shook his shoulders, once again brushing past the bullet and continuing his stride forward.

His composed and leisurely demeanor made it seem as though this life-taking bullet was nothing more than an annoying flying insect that could be dodged with a gentle brush.

After walking a few more steps, seeing that the bald man was momentarily stunned, he intentionally stopped and hooked his finger at him.

Then he raised his arms, leaned forward slightly, and struck a Boxing stance, standing right there in place waiting for him.

It was as if he intended to play a special challenge game, wanting to prove whether, within seven steps, the gun was faster or human footwork was faster.

The bald man's gaze looked as if it could breathe fire, staring fixedly at Fang Cheng, wishing he could thoroughly see through this mysterious man.

Seeing his opponent act so provocatively, he gritted his teeth and slammed his index finger down rapidly, simply firing continuously to not give this arrogant fellow a chance to regret.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The chamber trembled, and bullet after bullet poured forth as if enveloped in endless fury.

Accompanied by sharp and piercing whistles, the air was torn open continuously, dragging out dazzling trails of fire as they crazily lunged toward the target.

The moment the bald man pulled the trigger the first time, Fang Cheng moved.

His eyes were bright and sharp, seeming to be able to see the trajectory of the bullet's Flight. Simply holding his fists and making a swaying dodging motion, he avoided the first bullet.

Immediately after, his body seemed injected with violent power, suddenly swaying rapidly from side to side at a speed and amplitude hard to discern with the naked eye.

Every sway stirred up a strong wind that blew the fallen leaves on the ground scattering in all directions, precisely jamming into the rhythm points of the bald man's shooting, making it completely impossible for the bald man to aim.

Gunshots reverberated through the woods, startling flocks of birds into frantically flapping their wings and charging into the sky.

The bald man's heart beat wildly with thuds, his chest heaving violently, and the muscles on his face twitching slightly from shock.

He couldn't believe no matter what that someone could so easily avoid the Marksmanship he had mastered so skillfully.

You must know the distance between the two sides was not dozens of meters away, nor was it over a dozen meters.

Instead, it was a mere few meters, a few steps!

Fang Cheng's posture was agile, his muscles rippling smoothly, resembling a hunting cheetah steadily shuttling through the woods.

Step by step, unhurriedly, carrying a soul-captivating Aura, he stepped onto his prey's heart, drawing closer and closer to the prey.

Bullets continuously whizzed past, yet not a single shot ever managed to hit that ghost-like figure.

The bald man's hands trembled slightly from tension, and bean-sized sweat droplets rolled down his forehead, blurring his eyes.

He couldn't care about wiping them away, only desperately aiming at Fang Cheng and firing.

Click.

The abrupt sound in this extremely tense atmosphere seemed exceptionally startling.

The magazine was strikingly emptied, and the bullets had run out.

As if waking from a great dream, the bald man abruptly snapped back to reality.

But he was shocked to see that Fang Cheng was already standing upright before him, his eyes revealing a bone-chilling arrogance and confidence as he faced the pitch-black muzzle head-on.

"Fuck..."

The bald man knew he was completely finished; the curse squeezed out trembling from between his teeth, but was instantly swallowed in his throat.

Fang Cheng suddenly made a move, his action as fast as lightning, grabbing the gun-holding wrist and twisting it hard.

With a "crack" sound, the wrist bone broke in response, the handgun instantly lost control, and it dropped to the ground with a "clatter".

Immediately afterward, his palm smoothly chopped toward the bald man's throat.

With another "crack" sound, the bald man's neck uncontrollably leaned to one side, and his body collapsed limply.

In just two moves, he neatly and cleanly resolved the enemy, causing the bystanders to involuntarily gasp in cold air.

With this, a sparring session ended.

Witnessing this scene, the short and sturdy bandit had long been frightened to a pale complexion, his legs turning soft.

The shovel in his hand that was originally used to bolster his courage was tightly gripped by him now as he continuously backed away.

The dead branches and fallen leaves underfoot were stepped on by him to make a "rustling" sound, every step exuding panic and fear.

"Wait, I surrender, I have a big secret I can tell you..."

The short and sturdy bandit's voice carried a crying tone. Seeing the situation turn unfavorable, he wanted to use this secret to exchange for a glimmer of survival, his eyeballs rolling around as he eagerly observed Fang Cheng's reaction.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng paused his steps, staring at the short and sturdy bandit with torch-like eyes, seemingly somewhat moved.

Seeing this, a flash of joy crossed the short and sturdy bandit's eyes, and he immediately continued speaking:

"This hero, do you know about the Xishan archaeological site? About three months ago, a massive explosion happened there, killing a lot of people; it was extremely bizarre."

"Other matters have nothing to do with ordinary folks like us. The most important thing is that a lot of ancient artifacts from over a thousand years ago flowed out of the Ancient Tomb over there. These aren't ordinary antiques; it's said they involve a very astonishing secret."

"All kinds of underground forces are swarming up like sharks smelling blood, and those chaebol noble families have even put out word, scattering money left and right to acquire them. As long as we manage to get a single piece, we won't have to worry about food and drinks for the rest of our lives, and we'll strike it rich directly!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, slightly incoherent, with saliva even flying everywhere.

An unnatural flush also appeared amidst the pallor born of fear on his face.

"However..."

Saying this, the short and sturdy bandit suddenly lowered his voice, his eyeballs scanning vigilantly around, as if what he was about to say next was even more classified.

"This matter is extremely deep, and the forces involved behind it are very dangerous. Anyway, in our line of work, I've heard that several groups of people have disappeared inexplicably. Ordinary folks like us simply cannot imagine the methods of those people up top. I only occasionally overheard a few sentences, so frightened that I couldn't sleep well for several nights, just thinking about finishing this job quickly, selling it for money, and running back to my hometown to hide."

"Of course, with martial arts skills as formidable as yours, Hero, you definitely aren't afraid of those people..."

He spoke with a mysterious look on his face, his body still trembling uncontrollably, and the shovel in his hand shaking slightly along with it.

It seemed as if he truly felt awe and fear, daring not to casually reveal this heaven-shaking big secret, or perhaps his fear of Fang Cheng had not diminished by even a fraction.

Fang Cheng merely stared at him, his eyes revealing a scrutinizing intent, as if judging the truth or falsehood of these words.

After a moment, he opened his mouth to ask:

"What you said, is there any evidence?"

Hearing this, the short and sturdy bandit hurriedly waved his hands:

"How could I have any evidence? I'm just an errand boy; being able to know this is already taking a huge risk. If the boss knew I was eavesdropping, I'd have lost my life long ago."

Then, suddenly thinking of something, he hurriedly pointed the shovel toward the pit dug aside.

"If you want evidence, just look for this motherfucking dead fatty!"

"His name is Xu Sanduo, and he's one of the biggest ghost-goods merchants in the Dongdu underworld. A while ago, he received an item that flowed out from the Xishan Ancient Tomb. According to our brothers' days of staking out and observing, if I guess right, this fellow just found a buyer and hasn't had time to make the deal yet."

The fatty on the side originally heard the gunshots end, and emboldening himself, poked his head out to survey the scene outside the pit.

Hearing the dialogue between the two mention him, he shuddered with fright, his body already lying in the pit curling up even tighter, his hands tightly hugging his head as if this could hide him.

Fang Cheng glanced at the fatty, then looked back at the short and sturdy bandit:

"Then why do you think I should believe you?"

The short and sturdy bandit was so anxious he was practically about to cry:

"Big Brother, I've already surrendered; would I still dare lie to you? Look at my cowardly appearance, how would I dare have any other thoughts? I genuinely want to make a deal with you; if you spare my life, I can tell you everything I know."

"Moreover, we can together harshly interrogate this dead fatty, forcing him to spit out more inside information. Once we get the treasure, I'll be responsible for finding a buyer, and you can just wait to split the money; the two of us will split it fifty-fifty..."

"No, no, three for me and seven for you. As long as we sell it for tens of millions or hundreds of millions, the two of us won't have to worry for the rest of our lives."

The short and sturdy bandit squeezed out an ingratiating smile on his face, but a trace of imperceptible cunning flashed in his eyes.

Fang Cheng's brows slightly knitted, maintaining his composure as if he were seriously considering this proposal.

Just when the short and sturdy bandit thought he was tempted and relaxed his vigilance, Fang Cheng suddenly flashed his figure, approaching ghost-like.

His right hand probed out like lightning, precisely locking onto the short and sturdy bandit's throat. With a slight application of force, the short and sturdy bandit's face instantly turned flushed red, wanting to struggle but unable to move.

"You..."

He stared widely at Fang Cheng, squeezing out a faint sound from his throat.

Fang Cheng said with icy eyes:

"I hate smartass fools the most..."

Finished speaking, the strength in his hand suddenly increased.

Hearing a "crack" sound, the short and sturdy bandit's neck limply leaned to one side, completely losing his breath.

At this moment, the woods were eerily quiet.

Only the rustling sound of the breeze gently brushing past the leaves seemed to be holding its breath as well, listening to the astonishing changes that had just occurred.

Xu Sanduo, hugging his head and lying prone in the pit, was like a frightened quail, trembling all over without stopping.

Hearing that there had been no movement outside for a long time, after hesitating repeatedly, he finally crawled up tremblingly.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he happened to see that "Hero" who had finished searching the corpses and turned his head to look over.

The two gazes met, the atmosphere appearing exceptionally horrifying, with a trace of Killing Intent still vaguely lingering.

Xu Sanduo was so scared that he collapsed flat into the pit, his hands flailing randomly in front of his chest as if wanting to ward off danger.

"Don't... don't kill me, I haven't done anything, I don't know anything!"

His eyes were filled with panic, his mouth stammering and shouting random words.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, opening his mouth wanting to say something.

Just at this moment, an abrupt commotion rang out.

From the other end of the woods, another strange man ran over, shouting as he ran:

"Big Brother, what happened?"

Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be an accomplice of the bandits responsible for keeping watch. Hearing the gunshots ring out, he couldn't help running over to check the situation.

When he saw the two corpses lying horizontally on the ground, he was stunned at first, then reacted immediately, swiftly drawing the handgun from his waist and aiming at Fang Cheng.

"Who the fuck are you? Why did you kill my big brother?"

He demanded repeatedly, stopping at a spot dozens of meters away and not stepping forward anymore.

Obviously knowing that this man of unknown origin was by no means a pushover, shock and wariness couldn't help but be revealed on his face.

Fang Cheng's eyes turned stern, his feet as if nailed to the ground without moving an inch, suddenly pushing off the ground with force and charging straight toward that man.

Bam——

The running speed instantly accelerated to the limit, the fallen leaves underfoot being whipped into the sky flying everywhere, his body seeming to transform into a cannonball leaving the chamber, whistling and shuttling through the forest.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng had already crossed a distance of dozens of meters, rushing right in front of that man.

His right fist was raised high, the muscles on his arm bulging, and veins popping out one by one.

Following closely, a punch struck out with a boom, as if splitting mountains and shattering rocks, smashing straight into the man's chest.

That man didn't even have time to make any reaction; his entire person was like being hit by a speeding truck, his body instantly soaring into the air and flying backward.

At the same time, his chest was as if blown open by a bomb, blasting out a bloody hole.

Fresh blood gushed out gurglingly like a fountain, scattering a mist of blood in the air, the momentum extremely terrifying.

Thud.

The corpse heavily crashed against a tree trunk over a dozen meters away, causing the branches and leaves to vibrate in a tremor before sliding down.

Fang Cheng planted his feet, raised his blood-stained fist to take a look, and frowned as he shook his head:

"Used too much force..."

His tone revealed a trace of annoyance, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied with his failure to properly control the killing force just now.

Xu Sanduo, slumped sitting in the pit, tilted his head up, watching this scene.

His mouth opened, unable to close for a long time, his chin almost dropping to the ground.

On his pale-as-earth face, bean-sized sweat droplets uncontrollably rolled down in a rustling stream.

He wanted to take advantage of the time before the other party turned back around to notice him, quickly crawling up to escape.

But his legs refused to cooperate, turning as soft as noodles and completely unable to exert any strength.

At this moment, only a single thought reverberated in his mind:

This fellow is truly a fucking monster!